Omaha daily bee., 1887-05-13

soul; and all persons ON thr,
earth he selected Scnor Juaquin Costello
as a teacher. Joaquin grinncd and made
cgarritos rapidly when he understood
what Mr.. Brown had come to him for,
He agreed, however, a. once 10 give tho
lessons and he suggested they should
take place at Senior Munoh's house. The
spectacle of Mr.. Browns work on the
| guitar under the instruction of Senior
| Costello, with Tercno looking on, would
| have moved a bronze statuetto to tears
The curious part Of the thing was that
| Tcrcno could play the guitar herself, and
| play it we'll. The number of times that
| girl tried to get Mr. Brown to practice
| the instrument when she could tell him
when he was wrong could not be told.
| Unfortunately Mr. Brown, in n bull.
headed kind of way, had made up his
mind that he could learn the thing by
the aid of Senor Costcllo's instruction.
and rs 1t was impossible for Tefesi,a to
| tell him that Juaqin had wanted her to
marry him only two years before, the
| lessons went on rs per agreement.
As might have been expected, JuaQuln
had made up his mind that the mules
| which Henry Brown owned were worth
having and he made few cautious in
| Quiries. Finding that Mr.. Brown did
not understand monte, Senor Costelis in
vited him to play Tor the first two
weeks Mr.. Brown. won, and he told
Tcresta about his luck. AS she knew
upon Mr.. Brown the wisdom of letting
the game alone. He laughed at her, as
he often did, and told her he could take
| care of himself AS this was told in his
excessively curious Spanish, which no
one but la senorita could understand,
she sighed. and thought she had been
wrong. Because it seemed to her that
| hnt CT nd
not be true that, "el maldito, zat Jua-
quin, can be more good. Carron! No.
Senor.' And then Tereno went back in
the yard to make a special candle on
string for the church next Sunday.
Unfortunately, one evening, after the
lesson on the guitar, Jua9uin and Harry
left the Munoz cabin and walked down
to the fonda. They sat down at monte,
and had plenty of mescal brandy on the
table. At first Harry won, but as the
game went on the luck changed. 1t is n
fact that if man will play monte and
drink enough mescal at the same time he
is apt to lose his head. Mr. Brown lost
watch, then his pocket knife, and then
his mules. Then he did what he ought
to have done before-he went to bed.
The next morning, when Mr.. Brown
got up, he drained the water jug and
dressed. Going down stars. he wan.
dered into the court yard, and gazed
with lack-lustre eye and sorrOwful
expression on those mules. joaquin was
harnesslng them up at them up at the
time. and Mr.. Brown watched them
| driven out of the gate to the road. The
greater part of the day he spent moon
ing around the hillside, and he refreshed
himself at intervals practicing on the
guitar. The only visible result of this
was great depression expressed in the
/ foCp Of tho npOn who acted for small
salary as hall boy.
| 1t was during that afternoon that
joaquin called upon old Pedro Munoz,
and they had short interview. When
Mr.. Brown went around in the evening
as usual, old Pedro asked him to discon
"Porque, senor?" he was briefly and en-
phaticalIy informed that any man who
| would put up a team of good mules in a
game with Senor Costello was too big q
fool to visit at the Munoz mansion. The
result was that MIR. Brown retired to his
room in the fonda, and delivered himself
of the choicest collection of profane ex-
pletites he knew. He then went to bed.
There not being any mescal left, MIR.
Brown woke up early, and after dressing
| wandered down the road to where Tere
sta lived He sat down on stone and
looked at the house, feeling about as mis-.
cradle as man can, He realized that il
|
might have married her, and he realized
that now he did not have five cents with
| which to support her. Having no AMI
mails left. he did not even know how he
| was going to get out of the place unless
he walked, and he recollected with pain
could get to Santa Cruz.
Mr.. Brown started when he felt hand
on his shoulder, and turning he saw, by
the light of the late moon, TerenO
wrapped in her mantilla. She did not
speak, but pulled Harry's shoulder until
he got up. With her finger on her lip
she led the way through the chaperrai
horses, and then she flung herself pas
sionately into his arms, kissing him
again and again. Tereno led HIM down
the gulch to the lift, and walking care.
fully around the big bowlder, she pointed
to the gold-snake lying there IN his coil.
Munoz and Mr. Henry Brown took place
within two weeks after the sale of the
Gold-snako quartz mine. There were
present the father and mother of the
bride. 1t has been SAID that Senior Jua-
quin Costello got the most awful thrash
ing from Senior Pedro Munoz during the
afternoon that had been known upon
the frontier for many years.
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medicated complexion powder is entire
ly free from injurious or deadly poisons
we do it upon the authority of a thorough
chemical analysis. 1t is one of the Oldest
face powders in American market, and
is used in the fanatics of some of our
most prominent medical men who have
personally acknowledged to the proprie-
or that they not only consi,l cred it harm
ess, but esteemed it highly beneficial in
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